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| Title: Waking Up Next to You Author: Sarindra Archive: E-mail for permission. Genre: 3+4/4+3 fluff. Rating: PG Disclaimer: These charecters are not mine, so please don�t sue. But the story is, so please don�t steal. Insane Ramblings: Dunno� Just something that I�ve been working on... I like it though. Summary: A spring morning at the Winner mansion, years after the war. * YAOI * Soft curves, peachy, smooth skin, surrounded by a halo of golden locks. The blonde smiled as a figure above him breathed warmly against his cheek. Trowa sat back on the four-post bed and gazed thoughtfully at his angelic koi. Why do you smile angel? Do you dream? What do angels dream of.� The blankets reminded him of clouds, same with the hazy curtains that surrounded them; baby-blue and white, still, not too extravagant, and there was his angel, still asleep. Forcing himself to arise slowly, so as not to disturb the sleeping Quatre, Trowa, crept to the window, his thoughts still muddled, wanting fresh air. His forest green pajamas un-wrinkled while standing up and he took the downy curtains aside, tying them so that spring filled the room and bright morning light lit the dark corners. Taking another step, he opened the window, now the glorious full force of it hit him. It cleared his head and lifted his spirits like no alcohol ever could. Lilacs; sweet and heavily floral, the scent was wonderful and the garden spread out before him like a great rolling plain, lilacs reaching their branches out towards the 2nd floor window. Carefully, the clown leaned out and clasped a few crisp blooms, purple and white, placed them in a vase next to the alarm clock, and left the room. Trowa, paused, then came back in closing the window and tucking the blankets around Quatre tighter, there was still the slightest chill in the air, Quatre smiled in his sleep. Then he left Quatre alone, to make breakfast and take a quick shower. Quatre knew nothing, not where-or even who-he was in this dark dream world, a darkness engulfed him, emptiness. A tiny speck of light caught his eye and he hesitantly walked towards it. As he drew closer, the light grew larger, and the dark grew darker, threatening to put out the light. It was cold, not cold , but dark cold, foreboding. The darkness seeped around him like fog, swirling and out-lining the gentle contours of his body, rustling his hair menacingly. The hot water hit Trowa�s face, it was wonderful to feel running down his body, curving about it. He closed his eyes and embraced the sensation of absolute cleanliness and he loved it, groping around for shampoo, he found it quickly and the scent was wonderous. Quatre picked up his pace towards the light, his feet barely seemed to be moving. Panic rose quickly, a large lump in his throat. Sweating, he forced a whimper through the lump, the ground beneath his feet was slipping. Trowa stepped out of the shower, looking extremely sexy wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His well-formed muscles glistening with the water. The short brown hair that covered half his face was plastered to it and he brushed his teeth furiously. Emerald eyes came to rest on the sleeping figure, his angel. Quatre whimpered as he slept and tossed about a little. Softly sitting next to him, Trowa slipped his hand through Quatre�s hair, whispering comforting words. �A voice!� Quatre concentrated on the light and the voice, �The voice of someone familiar...� he looked up into the light �Trowa!� He broke into a run, towards the light, knowing that the light was where he belonged. �Just keep talking Trowa!� he jumped away from the shadow arms that where grabbing at his legs. Trowa took Quatre�s hand into his own. At last the light-a portal-was there, hovering directly above him. A final plight, Quatre jumped forewords, upwards; into the light. Extending his hand into it until he thought it would pop right out of his shoulder. Clawed hands now clutched his pajama legs, trying to pull him back down. Another hand, this one different then the clawed ones came in through the light. Quatre caught a glimpse of Trowa�s face, curious and caring, in the light, his hand grabbed Quatre�s wrist, firm yet soft, and their eyes met. Emerald and Sapphire. Slowly he began to slip away from Trowa�s protection. Trowa delved deeper into the darkness to pull Quatre out, helping him up and out gently. He pulled Quatre up, into a sitting position and his eyes-lids fluttered open to reveal those gorgeous blue-green eyes. �Quatre?� Trowa looked at him, he could usually read Quatre�s face like a book. �Trowa!� he squealed happily, glomping his love tightly around the neck. �I love waking up next to you.� In silent response, Trowa held Quatre. �Trowa?� �Yes?� �Would you.. could you.. Please don�t leave my side until I wake up. Ever.� Trowa gave him a funny look, Quatre just stared back sincerely sweet and it dawned on Trowa that Quatre had sensed his leaving. �As long as you don�t.� �Never.� Quatre leaned closer, eyes closed, and they kissed lightly on the lips, yet still more passionatly then a night of hot, wild sex ever could be. �I�ll be waiting, right here for you.� �And I will for you.� �But enough of this, let�s get up now, it�s time for work.� Sapphire smiled at emerald, and emerald smiled back. ~* ~* ~* Ya! Please review. |